Dear Mr. president,
Do you ever think about the tears...

Dear Mr. president,
Do you ever think about the tears...

It's funny how you like someone,
they're on your mind, all night, or day...

I want to say I love you,
but sorry no more...

I don't remember, i've only been told,
but when i was three...

I want someone gentle,
caring and kind...

I have always wanted to tell you how much I like...
When I turned my phone on it had a picture of you...

I've dried the tears I've cried,
Now that your not by my side...

Little tart sits at the foot of her bed,
Bridget has noticed a spot on her head...

I brush my hair,
wear make-up on my face...

I see you there,
you crossed the street...

I splash my cash,
i'll shop anywhere...